Enigma- A Star Wars FanFic

Chapter 7

"Everyone up!" Alda yelled as she ran down the hall, banging in each door, much louder than usual. "The Council needs to talk to us ASAP!"

The last part is what actually made everyone get up and get out of their rooms. Everyone walked out and to the main area, still in their pajamas. Once everyone was huddled around the Holo-Table, Alda patched in the transmission.

"Good morning, young Jedi. An important and time sensitive task, we have for you," Master Yoda said. "Received the report of the crash landing, we did," he chuckled,"A good coincidence this is. Your mission is to get intel about an illegal spice cartel. Republic Spies have traced an important passage to the very moon you're on,"Master Windu entered the flickering, blue image,"There is a Ball being held for the governors of the moon tonight, along with their other staff... and friends. They are believed to be using this occasion to distract public police forces in order to pass through safely. It's supposed to be their biggest shipment of spice to date."

"So we have to go undercover at this ball? Or actually go follow the spice?" Alda asked. Everyone stared at the screen, not sure which one to hope for more. They both seemed equally unpleasant.

"Both. A pair undercover, and a pair to oversee the passing of the spice," Yoda replied.

"Don't worry though, we will send you plenty of details now," Mace reassured.

"Crucial, this is. Counting on you, we are," Yoda said seriously.

"Well no pressure," Evander grumbled under his breathe.

Yoda chuckled quietly and Mace cocked an eyebrow. "Good luck." Then the transmission cut out.

"Okay, question. How exactly are four Padawan failures supposed to do this Jedi Knight caliber task?!" Flint asked in a panic.

"Honestly, I don't know. But if they think we can do it, then chances are, we can," Alda said.

"Guys, this Ball is tonight. Whoever is going undercover need to get some appropriate clothes," Jolie said, bringing everyone back to focus.

"She's right," Evander said, leaning back, looking stoic as ever.

"I think Evander and I should go to the Spice transport. We have more experience with combat and survival. Flint, you're incredibly knowledgeable and will blend in well with the crowd at this Ball," Alda said "Ball" as if it were a nasty word,"Jolie, you're very calming and hopefully you can use the Force to get some more depth to the situation," Alda explained.

Evander got up and started walking to the cockpit,"I'll start heading to the richy-city across the planet then."

Flint still looked like he was about to puke. Even a youngling could sense the fear in him.

"It'll be fine. We've all got this," Jolie said with a smile.

Flint took a deep breathe and nodded,"Yeah. We've got this."

        The metropolitan area was comprised of exactly what you'd expect; rich commoners blowing all their money on lavish commodities to show off to their friends. The store was no different, in terms of price tag. It was ridiculous.

"Thank goodness the Republic is paying for this," Flint remarked as he and Jolie walked through the store.

"Is this really considered clothing?" Jolie asked as she held up a strappy dress that would barely surpassed her mid-second.

Flint's face went red and he just shook his head in disgust. They got a lot of stares, which was expected. Flint was at least dressed like most normal class people in the Galaxy. Though, this clashes with the wealthy trappings of everyone on this side of the moon.